some have called you proud, and so you are,
though, rightfully, you have no grounds to be:
oh, death, you cannot keep me long.
triumphant though your victory may be,
it will not last
some have called you proud-and so you are!
and you have joyed to see our tears run free,
exulted in our brokenness, our pain,
but, death, you cannot keep me long!
our tears will pass
oh, strive to keep us underneath your hand-
some have called you proud, and so you are-
oh, do your worst! you can but press us down
for fleeting moments as your power fades.
no, death, you cannot keep me long!
i'll rise above your taunts and not look back-
tears are overcome by victory!
some have called you proud, and so you are,
but, death, you cannot keep me long!
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I would like to translate this poem
I'm glad this isn't depressing after all! Wow, such an emotionally triumphant piece! Reminded me a lot of 1st Cor.15... Definitely encouraging. Keep it up!